The cool Ponyville evening air was full of clamour with the voices and murmurs of dozens of eager and excited mares and stallions. The invigorated and anxious squeals and laughter of the fillies and colts intermingled with the adults, as their hosts darted amongst the gathered crowd. Tonight Ponyville was playing host to their favourite mare of intrigue and mystery, tonight they were waiting on bated breath for the Great and Powerful.
One mare amongst this throng had her vivid green eyes fixed on the part in the stage curtains, her mind tuning out the bubbly and nonsensical squeals of her pink haired sister. Limestone Pie could hardly believe her luck, that of all the places in Equestria, Ponyville would be where she ran into her again.
Her… that haughty, arrogant, obnoxious, fat, conceited, blowhard of a mare that made an entire harvest season on the family Rock Farm a miserable, noisy Tartarus. Trixie Lulamoon was the most frustrating, disgusting, unattractive-
“BEHOLD!! THE GRRREAT AND POWERRRFULL!! TRRRRRIXIE!!” The stage came alive with fireworks and coloured smoke as the curtains parted back in a dramatic fashion.
-Beautiful, mesmerizing, intoxicating, perfect mare in all of Equestria. Limestone’s internal rant about Trixie’s qualities became a sonnet of praise and admiration as the cornflower blue show mare took to the stage. With her cape flung open in grand gestures, Trixie was on full display for all. That showy, revealing leotard covered just what it needed to, pushing up Trixie’s voluminous and bountiful breasts to form a great valley of cleavage. Her thick, luscious thighs and calves were trapped in her fishnet stockings, her soft, plush flesh squishing through the gaps. Though the leotard clenched tight on her middle, Trixie still had a mouthwateringly plumpness to her that Limestone could not help but salivate at.
Even after years of separation and bitterness, Limestone still was hopelessly infatuated with the show mare, Trixie Lulamoon. She watched the unfolding show, enraptured and frozen in place, her mouth hanging open slightly. Her eyes barely blinked, fearing that any moment that Trixie would vanish again, disappear from Limestone’s boring drab life. While the ponies of the crowd oohed, awed and cheered at Trixie’s every trick, laughed at her quirky banter and jokes with her assistant, and enjoyed the show, Limestone watched the mare and the mare alone. She would watch until Trixie bowed and retreated behind the curtains that had revealed her to the crowd before, feeling a sense of loss as the curtains closed and Limestone could no longer see her.
“Wasn’t that the bestest, most exciting show you’ve ever seen?! First it was like, oooooo, then it was aaaaaahhh, then… Limestone, where are you going?!” Pinkie Pie’s excited babble barely registered to her sister, who was somewhat surprised by her sudden purposeful movement through the crowd.
“She’s not disappearing again…” Limestone growled, barely above her breath as she pushed past the mingling Ponyvilleins to reach the stage. She paid little heed to the sudden concern of her three sisters, Marble and Pinkie each clinging onto an arm with apprehension in their eyes. They could feel the tension running through her biceps, becoming taut and relaxing for brief moments in succession. The applied resistance, but Limestone dug her hooves in and her strong calves and sturdy thighs propelled her forward. Though Maud kept her stony composure, she followed her suddenly driven sister, clearly concerned as she watched the muscles on Limestone’s bared back clench with a slow fury. “Not this time!”
Limestone’s bull charge led them through the parting crowd to Trixie’s wagon parked behind the stage, the garishly painted wood and crafted fittings very much mirroring the bombastic personality of its owner. There, standing in the doorway to its interior, was the mare that drove Limestone’s current obsession.
“TRIXIE LULAMOON!” Limestone winced when she heard how gruff and aggressive her voice sounded like; made worse as she watched Trixie nearly jump as she heard it. Limestone made a step closer to the rotund, gorgeous mare when she felt the iron hard grip of her third sister now holding her back.
Trixie slowly turned herself around and faced Limestone, trying to look strong and proud, though Limestone could clearly see the shivers running through her body. “W-well! The Great and Powerful Trixie’s show must be more famous, as the stoic Pie family was even motivated to travel from their Rock Farm! Did you enjoy the show Marble?”
While Marble gave Trixie a hum in reply, Limestone growled, not having any of Trixie’s misdirections and showmareship. She took a hoof step forward, even Maud’s strength not enough to prevent her lean and sculpted sister from reducing the distance between her and Trixie. “Don’t ignore me Lulamoon!”
Trixie may have been ignoring Limestone with her words, but her eyes flickered all over the lavender grey mare’s body. The way those sculpted muscles tensed and bulged, struggling against the combined might of her sisters to reach the show mare. That open back top traced the firm and conical curves of her breasts, stopping halfway down the midriff so Trixie could watch those defined abs ripple and shift. Limestone’s shorts barely covered a third of her thighs, her quads shivering as the mare took another determined step.
“WHY?! So you can haunt Trixie’s dreams?! So you can intimidate and bully her to come back with you to that Desolate Rock Farm as that simpering mare that held onto you so the nightmares would go away?! So you can be the rock Trixie clings to once again?!” Trixie yelled back, emotional and defiant, the showmareship discarded for the passionate truth.
Limestone took another determined step forward, finding that the hold her sisters had on her had loosened and willed her forward. “I admit… I was greedy and possessive Trixie. I didn’t want to let you go back then, and I won’t let you go now. I won’t let today be another dream I wake up from.”
“B-but Trixie’s life… her show...” Trixie stuttered, fumbling her words as she went weak at the knees.
Limestone’s left hoof clopped against the first step up to the wagon, her green eyes gazing up at that plump and pleasing mare. “I won’t take that from you, just as you won’t take the Farm from me. I only ask that your little wagon… comes back to me once a moon. Let me be your rock, and cast your little spell so I’ll be strong enough to last for you.”
Trixie’s eyes glistened with the moon and the stars, shimmering pools of the night sky that descended into perfect amethyst. She reached out a hand, trembling but resolutely forward and Limestone extended hers in kind…
“D-AAAAAWWWWWW!!!” Pinkie Pie cooed, hugging Maud and Marble under arms as she watched with sparkly eyes. “Our Limestone is all grown up!!!”
And the tender mood was broken, Limestone huffing and turning on her sisters with furious scowl while Trixie blushed and stuck her nose in the air as she wrapped herself up in her cape. While Limestone contemplated the prospects and consequences of being an only child the shapely show mare withdrew into the privacy of her wagon.
“Congratulations, Limestone.” Maud deadpanned, barely blinking as she observed her younger sister from the overly exuberant grasp of Pinkie Pie.
“Mm mmm-hmmm.” Marble piped up from her side of the pink headlock.
“If you three don’t-!” Limestone started, her voice trembling as she tried her hardest to moderate her voice. She gave a sudden start as a sharp and curt command came from Trixie.
“Limestone Pie! Come in here at once, you are letting in a draft!”
If she was blushing, Limestone didn’t give her sisters a moment to see it as she wheeled about on her hooves and marched up those steps. The last she heard from her nosey family was Pinkie Pie oohing as the wagon door closed with a firm bang. The sight that Limestone saw next had her take a sharp intake of breath through her teeth.
Trixie had removed her cape and hat, hanging them aside. The plump and curvy show mare had her back turned to the rock farmer, a back that was left almost completely bare by the leotard. From her neck and shoulder where the silvery tresses of her mane cascaded, to her fetching dock that lifted her silky tail, Trixie’s back was bare.
Limestone was torn between staring at the rotund mare's gorgeous form and trying to calm her and rekindle their relationship. She knew for a fact that Trixie hated being embarrassed, and her fury was hotter than the flames of Tartarus. "Trixie… Please give me another chance to-"
"Limestone! That mood is well and truly dead!" Trixie cut her off sharply, not full of anger as Limestone suspected, but with confidence and command. She reached behind her head and lifted up her silvery mane, allowing Limestone an unobstructed view of her back and the curves of her rear. Her dock raised, swishing her misty tail back and forth. "Besides, poetry is Maud's strong suit, hopeless romanticism is Marble's. Your's? Trixie believes your body did the talking for you."
Limestone felt a fire stirring in her belly, an old flame rekindled to a roaring bonfire. Licking her lips, Limestone felt her muscles tense as if by instinct, responding to their diva's call. Limestone's eyes darted around, tracing Trixie's voluminous body, dimly aware now of the mirror that Trixie was using to watch her.
Trixie glanced over her shoulder and a playful little smile played across her lips. “Trixie remembers those eyes; it appears that you still like your mares to have meat on their bones.”
The spirals of Trixie’s horn began to glow, the soft mulberry shimmer of her magic enveloping the extremity. Trixie raised her arms over her head in a languid stretch, allowing Limestone to see the full measure of the mare’s figure. Hands constructed from Trixie’s magic floated down from view to the mare’s bountiful chest and with Limestone’s gasp, began pulling the leotard down.
To Limestone, it was a painfully slow and drawn out tease, watching that revealing garment peel down and surrender the rest of its secrets. Trixie’s tightly packed breasts sprung forth with elastic energy, bouncing and wobbling before gravity exerted its dominion and those wondrous mounds settled. Each was as big as Limestone’s head, sagging slightly from their immense weight, and could be seen to either side of her chest from the back.
At this moment Trixie made an amused little giggle and managed to draw Limestone’s eyes back up to her face. With a wink and a little gesturing of her head, Trixie brought to Limestone’s attention the full length mirror that the show mare had purposefully positioned herself in front of. Reflected back to her captive audience of one, Trixie gave her hips a little wiggle that made those fatty mounds wobble. Thanks to a little unicorn trick, her large bluish white areola and swollen nipples glowed, making her little titty shake all the more mesmerizing. She called over her shoulder to the smitten rock farmer. “Looks like Trixie still has it.”
Limestone was acutely aware that Trixie’s little shake made another part of her wobble and jiggle, and she was just as entranced by it as those mammaries. Trixie’s belly was now free from the tight confines of the leotard, undulating to the movements of the mare’s hips. She was a bit fat, no denying, but every wobble and jiggle of the show mare’s tummy stirred a passion in the rock farmer. It was then that Limestone recognized the dangling piercing that occupied Trixie’s belly button. The golden ring, chain and fitting certainly contrasted the cornflower blue of Trixie’s fur, but the polished grey and white teardrop stone that dangled and bounced with Trixie’s movement was all that truly mattered. The rock farmer couldn’t mistake it for anything else, a polished piece of limestone.
Trixie kept up her little dance as her magical helper hands pulled her leotard and fishnet stockings down her thick and sumptuous legs. She giggled as she watched Limestone’s eyes flicker to her marehood, with its groomed but voluminous patch of silvery pubic fluff, then to her fat, bubbly ass that bounced and jiggled with her hip movements. She would raise her dock and flick her tail so Limestone would also drool at the sight of her puffy, glistening ponut. By this point the rock farmer’s eyes were dancing around, trying to focus on too many things at once.
Trixie’s dance and stripping had an outward effect on Limestone’s body, not just the racing heartbeat and heavy breathing. Limestone’s nipples had hardened, pushing out the fabric of her tight, backless and sleeveless shirt like little pebbles. Her shorts had become uncomfortably tight, as a swollen bulge pushed out against the crotch and the pressure built as it grew.
That pressure wouldn’t last long as Trixie’s magical helper hands floated across the distance and expertly began unfastening the belt, button and zipper. Trixie was still watching Limestone from over her own shoulder, a smug grin spreading across her face as those shorts began to pull down.
Limestone gave as soft moan as the pressure was lessened, her shorts sliding off her tight hips and between her thighs. The source of the bulge now pressed out against Limestone’s panty shorts, stretching the band away from her flexing abdomen. “T-Trixie...” Limestone stammered, the show mare had a way of stealing the words from her lips. In this case the words were stolen by a sharp, husky gasp as a third helping hand manifested above the fleeing shorts and rubbed that swollen bulge. The lavender grey mare tried to grab at the magical appendages to pull them away but soon found her wrists trapped by them. Limestone’s biceps tensed and flexed, pulling against the helping hands to no avail as they stretched her arms up over her head.
It was at this point that Trixie turned around and sauntered over to the now restrained mare. All of her sexiness, all of her confidence was in every step she took. Her belly and boobs bounced delightfully with each purposeful step. “Trixie has shown you all that she is, don’t try to hide what you are from me.” The show mare drawled, her voice husky, oozing with sensuality and a touch of pride. Her hand reached out and touched the sculpted abs that quivered with tense energy, drawing another soft moan from Limestone. They were hard, but soft at the same time, flexing as Trixie massaged her hand in a serpentine pattern. This, as she brought her hand down, massaged each of the collective six pack, lower and lower.
“Trixie, p-please, I might…” Limestone panted while her eyesight grew hazy as her passion simmered. The magical helping hand hadn’t stopped its brisk stroking motions once during the whole ordeal, building a new sort of pressure in her groin. When it stopped she was about to heave a sigh of relief, only to let out an almost tormented moan as Trixie’s real hand took over. “Trixie, please! I’m gonna..!” Limestone’s voice was more urgent and innocent sounding as the pressure was reaching a breaking point.
“You will.” Trixie stated as a matter of fact, her hand picking up its pace on the bulge in Limestone’s panty shorts. Her free hand took over the job of massaging and tracing those hard abs, feeling them tense and quiver as Limestone’s belly undulated. “Trixie says you will now.”
Limestone flexed her hips, arching her back as she had the support of her suspended arms. She gave out a low, husky moan and adorable whimpers as her marecock burst, spurting ropes of milky jizm into her panties or through the gap between the band and her belly, arching up her quivering abs. She made a sticky mess of her panties as she fired off rope after rope of the clingy seed. Her jizz clung to the fur of her belly and Trixie’s massaging hands. “Trixie! HAHHNN! HAHH! HUFF!” The rock farmer gasped and panted, finishing her impressive climax with one final lazy rope of jizz that barely extended above the band and drooped down onto Trixie’s mercifully still hand.
Trixie craned her neck and stood on her tips of her hooves to place a sweet little kiss on Limestone’s gasping lips. She pushed the mare backwards, Limestone’s hooves tangled in her shorts and her arms still held stretched above her head. The lean and buff mare fell back onto Trixie’s built in bed and bounced on the soft mattress. “It appears Trixie still has the magic touch.” The cornflower blue unicorn purred as she climbed onto the bed.
Limestone struggled and squirmed for a few moments, abs flexing, biceps tensing and quadriceps bulging. Trixie’s sensuous hands caressed each of these hard, sculpted features as additional helping hands finished removing the lavender grey mare’s shorts. Limestone kept flexing her muscles, enjoying the way that Trixie felt and massaged each one. What Limestone saw in Trixie’s plumpness and curviness, the show mare saw in those disciplined muscles. “Trixie… please, can we… I mean, can I...” Limestone stuttered, her raspy voice firm but unsure of how to ask. Her hips flexed, thrusting up her stained panties and the bulge still trapped within.
Trixie smiled, showing that magical, unguarded expression of true happiness that Trixie hid from most of the world. Her helping hands had just finished pulling the ties on Limestone’s top, floating away with the garment to let those perky, conical mounds jiggle free, stiff nipples with barbell piercing drawing circles in the air. “Yes Limestone, we can. Yes Limestone, you can. Trixie has wanted this for so long, for too long.” Trixie cooed as she sat back, reclining herself onto the bed with her heavy boobs and belly flattening out under their weight. Limestone’s goddess was spread back on the sheets, letting the lavender grey mare take the lead.
Limestone felt the magical hold on her wrists dissipate and she was able to sit up. She wasted no time crawling onto her hands and knees, her hooves clacking together as she wrestled with her panty shorts. As the cum stained garment was tugged down her thighs, Limestone’s rock hard marecock sprung forth with elastic energy, slapping her abs before dangling down. Her balls dangled over her glistening slit, the futamare being a true hermaphrodite. Kicking her panties off her hooves, Limestone crawled the short remaining distance to Trixie, looming over her. Her slender, rigid shaft slipped off of Trixie’s glistening vulva and winking clit, slapping the fatty curve of Trixie’s belly. “You’ve gotten bigger. More for me to love then.” Limestone gave Trixie a smug smile of her own as she guided her marecock into Trixie’s blue folds.
Both mares moaned as the throbbing shaft parted those light blue folds and spread open Trixie’s fat dark blue vulva. Trixie reached up and pulled Limestone into an embrace as they began rocking their hips together. Limestone’s muscles flexed and thrust her hips down, while Trixie’s hips thrust up, her hips bouncing on the bed. The gentle thrusts were enough to start Trixie’s plump belly and fat boobs rocking and wobbling. Inside, Trixie’s vaginal walls rippled and massaged the throbbing and pulsing shaft now pistoning into her canal.
Limestone’s thrusts began gently and slowly, just enough to set Trixie’s plumpness wobbling, but as she straightened up and gained a satisfying position, the lavender grey mare began pounding into Trixie with a hard and steady rhythm. Muscles flexing and tensing as she thrust, Limestone pounded her voluptuous diva. Trixie’s hands would room across her back, down to her thighs and back up, tracing and massaging Limestone’s well-formed lats, her tight glutes and her flexing quads. “Huu-HAAHHNN! Trixie... Trix, you feel so much better than I remember!” Limestone panted and huffed as she plowed into her marefriend.
Trixie gazed up at her with and adoring and adorable rounded face, her muzzle scrunching as she gasped and moaned. Her muzzle would be slapped occasionally by her heavy, bouncing boobs, the soft blue areola and hardened nipples drawing circles in the air. Her pot belly would wobble and bounce, slapping against Limestone’s undulating abs. The thrusts and rocking of her body were vigorous enough that the wagon had begun to rock on its springs. “MMMRRFFF! Limestone, HUFF, stop talking and just, HHUUHHNN, pound my fat pussy!” Trixie moaned out as her hands squeezed tightly onto the lavender grey mare’s ass.
Limestone huffed, making a sort of feral growl as she hooked her arms on Trixie’s thick legs. With biceps bulging as sweat trickled across her fur, the rock farmer lifted those sumptuous legs up, folding the plump mare in on herself. Taking this dominant position, Limestone began to hammer into Trixie’s honeypot, every thrust stirring up that sloppy twat with lewd slurps and squelches, being punctuated by hard fleshy slaps. The collisions of flesh transferred the force to Trixie’s abundant flesh, making her bubbly ass and thick thighs ripple.
Trixie seemed lost for words as she was folded into a mating press. Her eyes rolled up as her moist tongue lolled out of her gasping mouth. She would grunt huskily as each thrust collided with her pelvis, letting out a cute squeak or lusty moan as Limestone pulled back for another ram. Her tummy jiggled and wobbled, her boobs bouncing up into her face. Her hands squeezed tightly onto Limestone’s back, being all she could do but hang onto the mare’s sculpted muscles as if for dear life. As Limestone leaned further into her plump lover, her barbell pierced nipples flicked and rubbed against Trixie’s hardened nubs.
Limestone could no longer witness the cute and somewhat silly expressions Trixie wore on her face as her eyes rolled up, her own face wearing her arousal like a mask. She was only able to deliver a few more hard thrusts into Trixie’s mound before the telltale pulsing and swelling of the flare signaled Limestone’s limit. She collapsed onto the curvaceous blue mare, glutes flexing as she began to spurt ropes of milky seed into Trixie’s womb. Limestone grunted and groaned as she emptied herself into Trixie’s oven, painting the walls of her womb and vaginal canal with hot, sticky spunk.
Trixie gave a husky moan, gaining in pitch until she was squealing with bliss, feeling each rope of jizz enter her depths. By the third she was shaking and undulating at the belly, her orgasm sweeping over her like a wave. She clung onto Limestone, riding out the wave as her cunt clenched and milked that marecock for all it was worth.
Limestone slumped onto Trixie as her orgasm subsided, giving little thrusts of her hips as her marecock softened in Trixie’s blue folds. She made soft cooing noises as she leaned in, kissing Trixie’s lips and muzzle as the voluptuous mare milked the last dregs of seed from her softening cock. Her hold on Trixie’s legs slipped away and those thick limbs flopped into a more comfortable position, spread wide to either side of Limestone’s thighs. With a lewd, slurping pop, Limestone’s marecock slipped from Trixie’s twat, a dollop of spunk oozing from that glistening slit. Limestone felt most of her energy fleeing her, the tension in her muscles melting away as she sank into Trixie’s boobs and belly. “Sweet, HUFF, bucking Celestia!” Limestone panted as she gave Trixie a soft loving kiss.
Trixie embraced the buff, exhausted mare, rubbing those gloriously spent muscles. She returned those kisses in kind as she too felt the loving afterglow of their mating. She had no words, only sweet kisses and gentle massages from her hands. The mare of Trixie’s dreams was in her embrace, and that was all that mattered.
